Wednesday, May 05, 2010


Fishing season opened last weekend, so Sunday I sallied forth. I lugged the batteries out to the boat, put a beer and some bait in a cooler, collected rods, tackle box, and PFD, and hitched the trailer to the truck. By the time I got to the landing I was exhausted, but I managed to get the boat in the water and the motor started. A few hours later, it was pretty clear to me that I should definitely quit fishing solo and probably sell my leaky, abused boat.

I just don't have the energy, and it's not fun anymore. I need to readjust my life and do less. I want to quit some stuff and have more juice available to do what's left. I want to leave fewer things half-finished, half-assed. While I was out not enjoying fishing, my tomato, onion, and pepper seedlings for the garden were wilting in the sun. My new guitar's gathering dust. I've never even taken the nifty condenser mic I bought a couple years ago out of the box. There's a used Soloflex machine in pieces in the basement. There are a dozen bags of compost and peat in the garage waiting to be mixed into the garden. I've still got skiing equipment in the house somewhere--I haven't used that for at least 6 years. The printmaking inks and art supplies in the basement, the unopened yoga book, notions about road trips and vacations abroad, get rid of it all--it's unbearable to think about.

Let's have a big garage sale, liquidate everything, and start over.